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Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Poetry Friday, early or late?: the best ultrasound ever

You know how when you're pregnant you go to the sonographer who shows you what the baby looks like at, say, 7 months? Here's what my new baby looks like. He's not due until October 1, but it's great to know that he's looking so hale, hearty and hardbacked! Thanks to the folks at Wordsong/Boyds Mills for another beautiful book. Here's one of the poems, feeling right for these long, glowing baseball days...

Cherry VeryBe sneaky, be cheekyPinch from the kitchenThe reddest, the roundest there areA bowl full of cherriesA bowl of the veryMost cherriest bombs by farBackbone straightStep up to the platePuff up your chest and lungsSwallow the fruitReady to shootPut the pit in the groove of your tongueOne more tip:Round your lipsTo launch it without a hitchDon't get tenseAim for the fenceWind up like you're fixing to pitchNow blast it hardAcross the yardKissing that missile goodbyeIt's over the fence!It's out of the park!It's a letloose cherryjuicenoschool slobberdroolspitwhistle summerfun home run!

4 comments:

Out of the complete blue, Garrick asked me the other week when you and Fiona were going to come and visit. "You know, Daisy and Duncan's parents? We haven't seen them in a loooooooong time." He's right. When are you coming to visit?